Lilian's Overwhelming Might
Lilian floated in the air several dozen yards off the ground, the skirt of her dress flowing down into wispy black mist that danced lightly in the still air. The same wispy black energy flowed over her scythe's blade, making it far more fearsome than it had previously appeared.
Her black hair brushed down past her shoulders, matching the color of the black Qi flowing around her. She was a stunningly beautiful avatar of death.
John was awe-struck, his mouth agape as he stared at his master, who he almost didn't recognize now. It was one of the few times in his life that he had been truly shocked to his core. He felt her aura, and his mind naturally drifted back to the only other time he had felt anything like it.